The Blond Child
The Blond Child
Song dedicated to Albina du Boisvouvray
She was beautiful like the night
lam sol7 do
She constantly traveled the Earth
lam sol7 do
Like a beautiful bird that flees
fa do
A solitary amazon
mi7 lam
Only one being filled her heart
lam sol7 do
A son she had carried
Lam sol7 do
He fell for his misfortune
fa do
In the desert of Ténéré
mi7 lam
Chorus
A blond child follows her everywhere
lam sol7 do
He is always in her thoughts
Lam sol7 do
He was beautiful, he was gentle
lam rém lam
His name was François-Xavier
mi7 lam
One day she dried her tears
One day she got up
One day she sharpened her weapons
Compassion, charity
She put the ring on her finger
She sold all her diamonds
She left on the paths
To meet the poor people
Don't think it's Mary who suddenly descends from heaven
With gold on her clothes
Accompanied by incense smells
This one left without believing
Without a book where everything is written
Without a star, a memory
With only her wounded heart
She descended into the depths
Where people groan, where people die
She went to those who suffer
She went to those who weep
Albina, my sister, I love you
My son is the brother of yours
Your fight, mine is the same
But our paths are different
There are those who make weapons
Machine guns and cannons
Enough cries, enough tears
Let's open our hearts for good
One day we will have to understand
That it is better to love than to hate
That it is better to give than to take
That we must stop lying
The Earth is but a great garden
That can feed all its children
So that never again we will be hungry
So that no blood is spilled
Will man finally understand
That for him, the other man is a brother
That we all have the same destiny
That we are all children of the Earth
Final Chorus: Blond children are with us
They are always in our thoughts
They were beautiful, they were gentle
And we had loved them so much
Albina du Boisvouvray, whom I had known many years ago, had a single child who was the same age as my son: François-Xavier. He was the pilot of the helicopter used by Thierry Sabine, the founder of the Paris-Dakar. They died in an accident that also took the life of the singer Balavoine. After this tragedy, she created the François-Xavier Bagnoux Foundation, named after her son, dedicating herself to humanitarian works. After the death of Jean-Christophe, I had invented a safety device for free divers, causing an automatic inflation of a Mae West after a set immersion time. Albina had agreed to fund the study of this device and a prototype was successfully tested. However, my son's patent agent, skillfully maneuvering, diverted the money and the project had to be abandoned. I didn't know that such things were possible. This person, very BCBG, swindled many people under the cover of humanitarian actions in a perfectly despicable way. It is obviously in these areas that one is least suspicious.